as i walked down the familiar corridor to the kitchen to throw some dinner together i heard the girl in the room down the hall practising on her cello and it occured to me that while i hate to be away from singapore i do not hate being back all so much as i did this morning. it is a home of a sort i have here, too. tomorrow i'll go and get some flowers and straighten up the room a little and stock up on groceries and denis is coming to visit on friday and it will all be a lot better again.